Dee Likes Marah

All the Other History Classes

Well. Well.. I dunno. All my interactions with McClaire were.. minimal. All of our interactions consisted of me handing her my number-two pencils carefully wrapped in tape so I knew they were mine. I stared at her hair as well, liked the way it covered her face, sometimes getting in her emerald green eyes. I have a problem. History classes were like a deja vu. I did the same thing over and over again, stuck in a paradox of time, and honestly I was getting kinda sick of it. I was being such a coward, I mean she was just a person.. how bad could it be to just talk? Couldn't be that simple. 

"Hey Cauliflower.. can I borrow a pencil?" she asked

You mean "take" a pencil? Of course. Cauliflower? I hope she's trying to be endearing and actually knows what my last name is. Probably not.. but shut up.

I nodded and smiled, biting my lip trying to not let anything slip out. 

I dug in my bag for about 5 minutes trying to find the pencil with the sharpest point. I usually gave anyone who asked me for a pencil (who wasn't McClaire), an unsharpened one. But.. she was an exception... okay?

I could feel her eyes practically conjoined with mine as she waited paitently. 

I passed the pencil to her quickly, returning my gaze back to my notes. 

I picked up my stylus and copied notes from my textbook into my tablet/laptop thing. 

I flipped the screen onto the keyboard so it was flat on the desk. 

"Cool tech.." McClaire said. 

"Thanks.." I uttered. 

I knew she was trying to make conversation or whatever, but I knew that I would only be half listening, mostly staring at her plump, glossed lips. I was beginning to feel extremely subconscious, licking my half-chapped bottom lip. 

The interaction usually ended there but.. I wanted it to be different today. 

I tapped her shoulder, hidden by green flannel. 

She shifted in her seat towards me. 

"Need something Caulfeild?"

She was trying to be endearing. I knew it 

She was staring directly at me.. 

Answer her, dammit!

"Yeah, I dunno if you're doing anything this weekend , but I wondering if you wanted to go to this thing with me on Saturday.. I mean it's okay if you don't but.." 

Well, you fucked it up Caulfeild, she didn't even respond yet and you still managed to fuck it up, fantastic. 

"Well that depends. What thing are you talking about?" 

"Oh it's really nothing, I just wanted to get on this really cool ass roller coaster at Six Flags, it's called Afterburn... 

You really hate yourself don't you? 

"You like rollercoasters?" she asked. 

"I mean, I have a bad experience with them that kinda traumatized me... long story. I need to get over it. I dunno.."

Stop. Talking. 

"Oh, I actually have to go to my cousins' dumb kung fu jujitsu, whatever the fuck it's called, thing this weekend Sorry, Caulfeild. 

Of course you have something to do..

I smiled weakly, nodding my head and looked back down at my notes. 

Remember the voice that I said fucked with me all the time? Yeah.. looks like it didn't have anyone else to bother today. 

Why do you even try? I mean, it's like you set yourself  up for failure, once again. What did you really expect to happen? You're just Dee Caulfeild, she's Marah McClaire. Just because we like seeing this in teen fiction, it's not realistic, it's not the right combo. 

Class was going to end in 15 minutes. 

Welp, almost time to go to lunch and conceal my pain with food. 

McClaire shifted in her seat and slapped a note on my desk. 

I really wanna go this weekend Caulfeild. That kung-fu shit is probably gonna suck ass. ;) Call me so we can go hang out or whatever. 

862 -558-7325 xx Marah

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